June was ending. The train slowed down as it was approaching the final destination after a 37 hour journey. It was drizzling outside. Reached a place called Belapur after one more hour travel. It was windy & pouring outside. Got down and headed for Kharghar to find my new college and the hostel. Clueless about almost everything apart from just one thing. Rains. It was simply all over. My first glance from the auto rickshaw of my new place for study was a great feeling. Throughout dad's stay for three and half days, it kept on raining. We both did not like it, did not dislike as well.
This monsoon saw many things happening in life, atleast professionally. A job change, a big office location shift, having my first male boss after 3 encounters with female counterparts. Went for a relaxing visit to home, again with my business plans and proposals only to get rejection from Dad, as always. Back to work, new place, and what a day to start, Onam. This particular festival becomes more relevant as my new workplace do have a majority who celebrate it. But you know what, we still do not have a holiday on this day. This precisely was the beginning of a time, when I became a workaholic even in terms of the no. of hours spent in the office. Work was carried to home, to coffee tables and even sometimes into the dreams. Just could not help, but enjoyed/ing every bit of it. Every new assignment became more interesting and something was always there to learn from it.
The rains have just arrived. But Mumbai is again not prepared to face it. Slow trains, traffic issues, ever under construction sites throughout, signs malaria & flu thanks to city administrators sincere efforts. But Mumbai never sleeps, never stops, actually it can't. We tend to forget everything and start enjoying these negative aspects. I just wonder how the young ones carry such heavy denims fully drenched and are least bothered about it while roaming in full fledged rain.